Snake smiled smugly as he snapped the elastic on his jockstrap. He pulled his pants up. He searched Ryan's clothes. He kept the contents of Ryan's wallet, watch and ring. The empty wallet, socks, underwear, shoes, jacket, shirt and jeans he threw into the bathroom waste can. He had warned Ryan, and Ryan should've know that a threat from Snake was an unbreakable promise.
"Tyler, you're late! Get over here," snapped McGurk when Snake took the field.
McGurk met Snake a quarter of the way. He reached up Snake's leg and snapped the jockstrap. He seemed pleasantly surprised.
"Well, at least you remembered your jockstrap, Jason. So, it's only 6 laps for being late,' McGurk said.
'Thanks, coach. Oh, and you don't have to worry about me not having a jockstrap from now on.
Snake took a little ribbing when he showered wearing his jockstrap and used a hand dryer to blow dry it while he was still wearing it. But he had an answer each time, "Dude, haven't you ever broken in a baseball mitt. This is a new jock, and I have to break it in, so it's comfortable to wear 24/7."
People knew better than to argue with Snake.